Jim Skiff - The Mountain's High Cathedral

I am the stone, the mountain's high cathedra
My spires scrape the belly of the sky
Loud kyries are sung by choirs of eagles
My canyons make antiphonal reply
My sacristies are caverns lined with crystal
Within their halls lie hallowed holy fonts
That overflow with water's pure, distilled
Beneath the vast sarcophagus of rock
For aeons I remained elect, inviolate
Yet now my shrines and altars stand defiled
Profaned by men, who rend my face with violence
Consumed with greed, by lust for gold, beguiled
With every hammer blow they drive the nail
They crucify me with their mad travail

Written by:
James Skiff

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